Blindsided Lyrics

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Intro:
Verse 1:
Why should I live in history, condemned to a life I could've been.
I quit taking dope, I quit drinking whisky;I quit taking chances.
Verse 2:
I gave her the ring, my mother gave me, She said "meet at the station, four thirty."
So I sit here waiting patiently, why should I live in history.
Chorus:
When the world shines a dud and calls it coal,
They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road,
When Angels Wings run out a vase, Looks like I'm blindsided once again.
Verse 3:
Why should I live in history, give away my gun and join the sea,
Resurrection Mary gonna set me free, now I'm a believer.
But this mockingbird is mocking me, she's four hours late and I'm all at sea,
One little taste is all it takes, to get me back to history.
Chorus:
When the world shines a dud and calls it coal,
They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road,
When Angels Wings run out a vase, Looks like I'm blindsided once again.
Bridge:
If I gave a damn what you thought I'd give you the bottle and ask
Now the streets are dead and I'm ashamed, think I'll go call upon my past
I'm all out of hope, I'm all out of you, there's nothing left - there's nothing new,
And your judgement day is long past due, now what am I supposed to do?
Solo:
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Verse 4:
Why should I live in history, underneath this tin-foil moon,
I just got tired waiting round for you to change your tune
It's my desire for your company, if only time would let me be,
And stop the world from stopping me, why should I live in history.
Chorus:
When the world shines a dud and calls it coal,
They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road,
When Angels Wings run out a vase, Looks like I'm blindsided...
When the world shines a dud and calls it coal,
They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road,
When Angels Wings run out a vase, Looks like I'm blindsided once again.